Some random thoughts in no real order
The last week I've kind of re-evaluated a lot of different things I do.
Mainly, I've been cutting back on my drinking significantly. No more waking up in alleys in Queen Anne cold in a t-shirt in the rain at 4 am, or smashing my face into tables at Funhouse. Or..well the list could go on.
That, and I have Tuesdays and Wednesdays off now, rather than my Wednesdays and Thursdays..hence my normal ritual of going to Funhouse Wednesday nights will probably no longer happen.
Monday night I stayed up till the sun came up, not intentionally, it just kind of happened. I was laying in bed just pondering, and realized it was light out. I don't think I've seen the sunrise in over 9 months. I kind of forgot how amazing it is when the light cuts through the night, that it reminds most people they have to wake up. For the rest of us, it means it's time we really need to go to sleep, or just say fuck it and keep going on with your day, forgoing sleep. I used to love doing that, but I kind of need another body to motivate me to do that. Stories with Miles about driving to the coast, staying awake because of a girl, you know, something to convince my mind it's a good idea to not sleep, even though my body is screaming for rest.
I want to go to a bakery and get a baguette, and go to the store and get a bottle of wine and a stick of butter or some cheese, and sit in a park and enjoy my fresh bread, good cheese/butter and some wine. It seems almost romantic to me, the thought at least. Not in the sense I need to do it with someone else as an act of romance, but even by myself. Contentment.
Tonight I went to Pichet with a few friends, then had to leave early to pinball. I promised the staff I would be back though since I wasn't there long. I played pinball for awhile, then I kept my promise and went back by myself. I sat in the corner of the bar, where no one really paid attention to me and had a great dinner by myself, just observing my surroundings. Even the staff, who knows me quiet well (I do go in just about every week on the same day. They all know me and I know all them by name) almost forgot I was there. Smiles and taps on my head with a fork, passing a joke across a busy restaurant. It's odd little world in that restaurant, it makes me feel home.
I've been enjoying listening to records almost too much lately.
A story in the book I'm reading (alone in the kitchen with an eggplant) makes me want to document everything in my fridge, because as his was terrifying, I'm sure mine is also, very very terrifying. That should be the next thing I write down. I don't remember the last time I put something in it other than beer and wine, or the last time I threw away something I should.
Pointless thoughts, just floating back and forth.
The last week I've kind of re-evaluated a lot of different things I do.
Mainly, I've been cutting back on my drinking significantly. No more waking up in alleys in Queen Anne cold in a t-shirt in the rain at 4 am, or smashing my face into tables at Funhouse. Or..well the list could go on.
That, and I have Tuesdays and Wednesdays off now, rather than my Wednesdays and Thursdays..hence my normal ritual of going to Funhouse Wednesday nights will probably no longer happen.
Monday night I stayed up till the sun came up, not intentionally, it just kind of happened. I was laying in bed just pondering, and realized it was light out. I don't think I've seen the sunrise in over 9 months. I kind of forgot how amazing it is when the light cuts through the night, that it reminds most people they have to wake up. For the rest of us, it means it's time we really need to go to sleep, or just say fuck it and keep going on with your day, forgoing sleep. I used to love doing that, but I kind of need another body to motivate me to do that. Stories with Miles about driving to the coast, staying awake because of a girl, you know, something to convince my mind it's a good idea to not sleep, even though my body is screaming for rest.
I want to go to a bakery and get a baguette, and go to the store and get a bottle of wine and a stick of butter or some cheese, and sit in a park and enjoy my fresh bread, good cheese/butter and some wine. It seems almost romantic to me, the thought at least. Not in the sense I need to do it with someone else as an act of romance, but even by myself. Contentment.
Tonight I went to Pichet with a few friends, then had to leave early to pinball. I promised the staff I would be back though since I wasn't there long. I played pinball for awhile, then I kept my promise and went back by myself. I sat in the corner of the bar, where no one really paid attention to me and had a great dinner by myself, just observing my surroundings. Even the staff, who knows me quiet well (I do go in just about every week on the same day. They all know me and I know all them by name) almost forgot I was there. Smiles and taps on my head with a fork, passing a joke across a busy restaurant. It's odd little world in that restaurant, it makes me feel home.
I've been enjoying listening to records almost too much lately.
A story in the book I'm reading (alone in the kitchen with an eggplant) makes me want to document everything in my fridge, because as his was terrifying, I'm sure mine is also, very very terrifying. That should be the next thing I write down. I don't remember the last time I put something in it other than beer and wine, or the last time I threw away something I should.
Pointless thoughts, just floating back and forth.
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On Tuesday's, Jimmer, Brookie, sometimes Brian and I routinely meet up for "brunch" at the 5 Spot. If you find yourself waking up in Seattle on a Tuesday morning, then do join us.
We hit up the 5 spot about 12:15. You should always text me late morning for an ETA.